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[furgood]

This is Meulin Leijon, please leave a text! Voicemails must be transcribed by someone else. Thank you ahead of time!

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[quiethumerus]

A LUDICROUS NOTION INDEED.

PIER TWELVE CARNIVALE AND ARCADE. THE FESTIVITIES DO NOT COMPARE. I HAVE NO DOUBT IT WILL BE A JOLLY EXCURSION. THE NIGHT ESPECIALLY IS A MIRACULOUS SIGHT.

:o)

[He curses himself for letting slip the nose he always must remember to remove these days... then further ponders it. She wouldn't mind. It's fitting to the topic. This is fine.]

[furgood]

Oh! That sounds fun! To be fur, most the city looks best at night. All those lights :33

Whenefur you have time, my Purrloz. Work comes furst! <3

[quiethumerus]

[He's pleased that she's liking the notion of it all. He's pleased that she appreciates the Capitol in all its beauty. It is beautiful, no matter what anyone thinks or says. It's not as hollow as it seems.

But it's the heart that has him paused. His thumb traces over it on his screen. It doesn't meant anything, he tells himself, even though it does.]

WITHOUT QUALM TO BE, I SHALL MAKE TIME FOR THEE, MY MEULIN. <3

[He sends it off before he can delete the heart.]

[furgood]

[It's not easy to just ignore that he sends the heart back to her. It gets one squeal and five minutes of patient reflection on how bad an idea it is to feel this way.

It doesn't stop her from keeping the plans]

Next arena maybe? When you're not as busy. I know you'll make time!!! But I hate to keep you from your passion

[quiethumerus]

['You are my passion' is a terrible thing to say and likely something from a romance novel.]

NEXT ARENA THEN. MY WORD IS YOURS.

[furgood]

Excellent plan then :33